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The Operative: File 01

By: SizeQueenSupreme



File 01: Easy Case

"Good Evening my stud Agent captive." I said into the mic of my little booth.

I could see him visibly shudder at my words.

It's not surprising. My voice is a weapon, honed to perfection; just the right mix of breathlessness and husk, mingled with the dominating tones of a confident Queen. One of my subjects said that hearing it was like having a pair of soaked silken panties wrapped around his dick.

I like to tease my victims with this first.

"We're going to play 20 questions. If you want this to go quickly, feel free to answer them without hesitation. I've been trained as a stripper, an escort, and a psychiatrist; I will get what I want from you eventually.

"Fuck you."

Ah, the stud was defiant. This would be fun. He was tall, slim, his face pretty and shadowed by blond hair. My voice alone had already caused an erection to strain at the leg of his pants. Even from my distance in the concealed control booth I could see the bulge was considerable.

He was striped to the waist, his sculpted muscles delicious in their tense state. Having him topless didn't actually have a damned thing to do with the interrogation; I just wanted to look.

"Question 1. What is your name?" He seemed to relax a little into the spread-eagled position he was retrained in.

"Agent Donovan Skyward."

"Ah, I shall call you Donnie."

"Whatever. All your questions going to be this easy?"

"No Darling Donnie, some will be hard. Even more so than that scrumptious erection you're sporting for me." 

He blushed deep at this exposure of his weakness.

"What were you doing sneaking around our compound's HQ?"

"I was there to do your mom.!" He sneered. Oh this was going to be *FUN*

"Let me try another easy one." I purred. I flicked on the light that illuminated just my face for his viewing pleasure. "What's your favorite color?"

"Red." He said with an almost reflexive disbelief as he studied my luscious plush lips. My billowy cock-cushions are smooth with few crinkles and usually pursed in a bemused smile when I do these interrogations.

Of course I didn't give a shit about the question, it just proved he was paying the right kind of attention.

"why were you in the compound HQ?" I asked again, this time letting my azure eyes deliberately crawl over him.

The second my gaze fell on his straining bulge, he blurted a real answer. "I came to take something!"

"Good boy! What?"

He shook a little with rage, trying to recompose himself after the slip.

"Your mom's anal virginity!" He roared.

Cute but unimaginative. This one would be done soon.

"Bad move." I pouted, pressing another button to open the door, sashaying into the room.

I could see his fat balls lurch as precum stained his stretched slacks.

Something about my luscious 42-22-36 figure just has that effect. Of course it also might have been the sight of my heart-attack-inducing JJ cups threatening to tear my simple black shirt.

"Holy fuck!" Faintly escaped his lips.

"What was it you were here to take?" I asked, prancing forward a few steps, black fuck-me pumps causing a massive bounce with each pace.

"p-plans for agent movement on the west coast." He feebly stuttered.

"Good boy." I cooed. He winced and cursed, seeming to wish his tiny brain could somehow tame the will of his huge cock.

"And who sent you?" I asked.

"I can't think of a way to put that in the form of a yo' mama joke." He explained.

"Who sent you?" I repeated as I peeled my shirt off, letting him absorb the sight of my honeysuckle blonde hair cascading down between my colossal wobbling sweater missiles.

There was a tremendous ripping noise as my captive's thick meat slab tore through his slacks.

I arched an eyebrow and licked my lips. A dollop of translucent precum emerged from the thick plumb head and slowly rolled down the quivering pillar of fuckflesh.

Closing his eyes to shut me out he still accidentally spat the first thing on his overburdened brain.

"The Centurion Front sent me!"

"Ah, thank you. So how big is this cock?"

"I won't tell you anything more!" He half-whined, his eyes scrunched tight.

"You sure?" I asked, leaning low and breathing the two words slowly on his dick with a hot sultry cinnamon breath.

"Nine point five inches!" He screeched, simultaneously crying from his left eye and the tip of his raging ramrod in a gout of precum.

"No more questions, please!" His humiliation must have been unbearable. Who knows how many years of agent training had just crumbled in ten minutes of my face, lips, breath, and JJ cups.

"Oh don't be an idiot." I said sweetly. "I got everything I needed from you 2 questions ago. Now I'm just having fun. Playing with my food."

I spoke these words into his prong like it was a massive member microphone. The thought of my devouring him cause such a spurt, that I had to back of to avoid getting a geyser on me.

"Yeah right, loser." I said, crushing his hopes of dining release between my cushy cocksucking lips.

"Still..." I added now leaning low to his ear "you have a HUGE cock, Donnie!"

I said these words with all the ball-blistering heat I could muster, pushing him over the edge.

His weapon discharged, firing 9 white streaks, balls recoiling between each round.

The first two rained down upon him while the next succession of salvos pummeled his forehead, eyes, chin, throat, and chest.

Blowing him a kiss like the bitch I am, I strode slowly from the room. 

The Operative: File 02



Sgt. Ranier Braddock was a hard man. Too short for my tastes, appealingly layered with thick muscles though, and he would have been an interesting specimen. But he was also an asshole. He passed his first day of interrogation simply giving me his name, rank and serial number, no matter how I enticed him.

At the same time, I was having trouble with Agent William Pierce, a matchless face who brilliantly turned aside my every inquiry with a flirtatious wit, always affixing me with the incandescent depths of his huge emerald eyes.

I'd had enough out of both these captives, and today would be different. I zipped up my tight black leather jumpsuit, not even showing my trademark J-cup cleavage, donned my square lens shades, and clicked on stiletto heels towards work.

The drugs wore off. My captives blinked themselves awake, each one clasped to a vertically angled restraint table, facing one another at a slight angle.

I stood in the middle, arms folded to form a shelf for my formidable breasts.

"Morning boys," I purred, "Did you sleep well?"

"As well as could be expected without the company of a beautiful woman such as yourself." Said William in that charming British accent. He added with a smirk, "And you simply must give me the recipe for whatever you're doping me with each night; I wake feeling so refreshed."

So he was as annoying as ever, but Sgt. Braddock had something new to say at least, "Who the Hell is this queer?" He snorted.

"Ah," I replied, "It can talk! You have the pleasure of sharing today's session with Agent William Pierce. He infiltrated this compound by seducing some very foolish women lower down in the organization. He's here to tell me their names. And if he's queer, I shudder to think what that makes you, given that he goes through pussy like sticks of gum." 

I smiled sweetly at the Sgt. letting my taunt sink in. I had gambled that his competitive nature would make him emerge from his shell and forget his training; so far it would appear that I was going to be correct.

"Now here's the game," I explained, "I will ask you questions. If you give me the answers I seek, I will reward you. For example, I will allow who answers the first question 30 seconds to suck my tits."

I was met with silence, but I launched into my interrogation all the same. "Who sent you?" I asked both of them.

There was a pause, than Braddock piped up, "Why don't you answer her question, pretty boy?" He taunted at Pierce. William seemed a little taken aback and then resolute."I was sent by the Delta Initiative." He answered. I turned my back to Braddock and pulled down the zipper of my outfit, leaning forward to fill Agent Pearce's world with titmeat.

The feel of his confident tongue exploring my yielding bra-breakers was exhilarating. This was indeed a man of experience, his mouth expertly creating white-hot tingles of sensation all over my resplendent rack, only to unite all those tingles at once in dot-connecting explosions of pleasure that nearly brought me to my knees. 

This was a dangerous man and I would have to be careful.

"How do them titties taste?" Braddock finally asked as the sounds of slurping faded and I coyly wiped Pearce's mouth with my sleeve.

"Sweeter than you'll ever know." He shot back with an impish grin.

I interrupted their conversation.

"Next on the menu, I will suck to hardness whomever tells me what their respective employer is up to."

There was another brief pause.

"Oh fuck it!" Said Braddock at last, "I might as well show this girly boy what a real man's dick looks like. My employer has a personal vendetta against the head of your organization."

"Interesting." I said as I knelt before Braddock, and unzipped his fly. Soon I was sucking on a dangling four inches, letting my tongue bat the dangling meat all around my mouth. It was just a tease of a blowjob, and when I was looking at a very thick 8-inch hard-on, easily the width of a Twinkie plus some, I pulled back.

"Now you see that you pretty little bitch-boy?" He snapped at Pierce. "That's what a real man's dick looks like."

Braddock sneered at the rival detainee, presiding over a defiant lurch of his fat brazil nuts.

"Oh." Said William with a playful smile. "I'd always wondered what a real one was like. What's next, oh curvaceous captor?"

"Tell me what you were going to do with your access to the compound Agent Pierce, and I will lick and suck your balls."

"I was going to get all the information I could on the Epsilon Project." He confessed.

"And no doubt," I said as I leaned over to unseal the spy's fly, "You hoped to get information from me about it now. Sadly I don't get told anything, I'm just the interrogator and-- HOLY SHIT!" My eyes widened with surprise and delight as I unlimbered a titanic limp dong. This Piece was almost as long as Braddock was hard, already a little thicker, and the head was a beauty. 

"So that's why they call you 'Pierce'" I said, giving the silvery bar a tug, lifting the super fat schlong out of the way to get a look at the balls I'd promised to service.

Those would be a job! They hung low, clearly from weight alone. Like two giant limes in a shaved leathery sac.

I purred deep in my throat as I began to lick and lap around the circumference of his succulent, sweaty spheres.

As my tongue beat his balls around with heavy, warm wet slaps, the mammoth cock awakened and slowly began to rise. I greedily sucked one fat nut into my maw, then the other, stuffing one in each cheek so they bulged with grotesque potency.

As his cock towered upward into a rigid pillar, coke-can thick and 11 inches long I could hear a strangled noise. I turned my head, tugging the nutsack selfishly with me, to catch Braddock whimpering at his emasculation, his own cock reduced to nothing, his balls drawn high and tight as though attempting to escape the superior alpha male across from him.

There was a lurid slurping noise followed by the sound of a whole mouthful of saliva splatting to the ground as I finally released the mighty morsels from my lips.

"I can see why all those stupid whores gave you access to our division." I exclaimed with a gasp.

"I'd rather have access to your gorgeous ass." He smiled, face proud above his huge prizewinner.

"I turned to Braddock. "Tell me everything right now, or I'll give him what he wants."

Braddock blinked.

"That isn't incentive... I kind of want to see that thing ruining your ass."

"Exactly. I plan to make it yours. You'll do it for me, won't you sweetie?" I smiled at William, giving his huge shaft a vigorous double-fisted pump that left my boobs bobbling.

"Sure!" He chirped. Braddock was no friend of his.

The sergeant eyed the huge Prince Albert crowned head with something that was almost awe, but this was rapidly replaced by his homophobia, and all the information suddenly came out.

He was a merc, hired by the billionaire Arvin Daniels, to destroy our facility with explosives. It seems our recent raid of weapons from a south-american warlord had ruined some of his plans.

"Now your turn Donkey-Dick. Tell me everything and I'll let you fuck me till those balls are totally drained."

"Don't think I don't want to, but it just isn't worth the risk."

"Braddock will have to watch."

Pierce swallowed hard.

"Give me a third reason."

I leaned down and wiggled, letting his cold metal adornment rake across my hard nipples. "Okay. You know there's a chance if you fuck me well enough that I'll be so enthralled you can use me to escape."

He smiled dreamily, "You're right." Then he told me all while I boob-punched his dick all over the place.

It was nothing new; the Delta Initiative has long been a thorn in The Operation's side. Project Epsilon, whatever that was, would be safe for now. He also coughed out the names of four different women he'd made into cockslaves along the way.

"That's all I needed to hear, stud." Of course I could have walked away there and done nothing, I am hardly a woman of honor, and I don't need to keep my word. But I had to try that fuckpole on for size.

I unzipped my jumpsuit the rest of the way, letting Braddock get an eyeful of my lush curvaceous hips and heart-shaped ass. I could tell he was dying inside when my pout-lipped pussy was unveiled, shaven and moist, just begging to get stuffed.

I climbed up Pearce's sturdy frame and hung my ass low, teasing his head with my lewd, dripping snatch.

He grinned arrogantly and gave an unusual thrust. His aim became clear as the piercing on the thick head of his prong caught my clit. I could only moan open mouthed as he worked his hips in an intricate swivel, spiraling searing waves of sensation from my stiff button all the way up through my pussy and into my chest.

Clearly enjoying the effect this was having, he worked my clit for what must have been twenty minutes, each new pattern bringing me over a slow pleasing plateau of climax. 

And he hadn't even put it in yet.

Jamming my tits into his face to keep him distracted let my ass drop, spearing myself. Then I was forced to arch backwards away from him instead and let out a howl; my pussy had never tasted anything anywhere near this good. His thick head split me so wide that even lips as plump as mine were stretched thing.

Eyes shining at his own prowess, he leaned his head down and fished a pen from his pocket.

I panicked, wondering if this was a gadget for his escape, perhaps a laser of dart gun.

No. As he clicked the end of it against my giant left breast, I could feel a shift inside me.

He had a mobile Prince Albert! The shape of the metal changed and as he suddenly thrust up inside me, I could feel a new flange, designed to rake my G-spot with perfect accuracy.

I went limp in his arms as my now pulverized cunt dumped out enough nectar to drown a dolphin.

As his cock struck bottom inside me, I could feel massive nuts, drenched my own joy-juice, slapping up to punish my ass.

So this was his revenge, to fuck me to death!

He certainly tried, kicking his bucking hips into high gear; he ripped orgasm after orgasm from my body, crumpling and straightening me like an accordion with each mind-bending thrust.

His escape attempt came after climax 38 or so. He whispered into my ear, "I can do twice this well in different positions. Be a lovely little cumslut and let me out of these shackles."

I wanted so badly to. He was VERY good... but the man who trained me was better, and I just said "NGH! I'm afraid not today! GOD YOU'RE DEEP! I...Got... OH FUCK ME.... What I needed from your bull-cock already!"

Then I fought back, using the power of my skilled kegal, I forced him out and my ass up, landing on the ground in front of him, sweaty and panting.

I was victorious, but I couldn't leave such large and perfect balls blue. I bent my head and sucked down half his behemoth baby-cannon, slapping my tits around the remainder. Two pumps of my J-cups and three bobs of my head and I got my reward; a hot flood of gooey spyspunk. Ten swallows, two gags, and one prolonged choke later and I was full of Agent Pearce's thick gunk. I hadn't spilled a drop.

"You're very good." The ball drained captive groaned.

"You have no idea." I responded. My poker face betrayed nothing at how close I came to helping Pierce escape.

Then the boys were getting treated the sight of my hot, naked, wiggling ass as I departed the room.



The Operative: File 03



Chapter 3: Field Mission

I hate field missions. 

For one thing, there's the clothing. I can't dress as devastatingly when I'm not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of arresting me just to see how my tits look with my hands cuffed behind my back. I also hate the lack of comfort zone. In my interrogation room, I control everything from the temperature to how many pheromones are in the environment. In the field, anything can happen. I could die. 

Lastly, Control always gives me the most lurid pass-phrases they can, just so they can beat off in the archives later to the sight of a hot woman with J-cup tits saying some dirty sentence. Horny bastards.

For this mission, I strapped those aforementioned tits into a supportive and conservative bra, added some lace panties, a buttoned-blouse (which was seriously threatened by the payload beneath) and a sensible skirt. Nice platform boots completed the look. "Ugh." I said to my mirror; I could tell even it was disappointed. 

* * *

The Dossier was straightforward enough. I looked it over on the flight, sipping champagne and casually moaning my way through a little orgasm, courtesy of my favorite steward. When I fly first class, I don't settle for peanuts. I was to rescue Agent Sean Verant. Normally this task would have fallen to a combat or tacticians master, but according to our source --oh excuse me-- 

"Hey Muscles, focus on my clit more or I'm going to have to fire you mid-flight and given a parachute for a pink-slip... ahhhhh that's better...."

Now where was I? Oh yes, if I was able to spirit Sean away from his captors, then I'd have the difficult decision of figuring out what he'd let slip, and whether or not to execute the inexperienced dumbass. 

I bit my lip through one last orgasm, and then let the flight attendant up for air. I must have dozed off, because I didn't open my lids again till we touched down in Cancun.

* * * 

The hotel was a grand place. 15 stories of presidential suites with a huge bar and restaurant in the basement.

It was here that I spotted my contact, an old perv with Control who had staked out a booth in a deserted corner of the place. 

"Excuse me sir..." I launched into the coded pass-phrase that was going to get me the mission info and score the cryptographers some boners. "Would you happen to have a condom?" I asked as I sat down. 

"No miss. They don't make them in my size." 

"God. Could we skip the phrases just once? This is so unprofessional."

"I don't know you." He answered firmly. I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger as I let the rest of the pointless drivel flow from me. 

"Well my boyfriend must not be as well hung as you then."

"Not many are." He purred. 

"Then I guess I'll be your slut instead." I whimpered, resisting the urge to just punch him in the balls and demand information. 

"Ah good. You're really The Operative." He beamed. 

"Just give me the parameters you sad sack of senility."

"All right. The kid got captured by the Delta Initiative. Our initial strike against their holding facility was semi-successful and they were forced to move him to a secure location." 

"And where was that?"

"This hotel." 

"What?"

"He's upstairs. Top floor. There are a good number of guards and at least one Agent." 

"Well I'm off to it then." I stood so swiftly my top nearly popped from the bounce.

"Wait, take this." He said, handing me what appeared to be a 4 inch purple vibrator. 

"Oooooo. I didn't realize the boys in tech had finished my little toy. Tell them I owe 'em some sloppy head."

"They'll hold you to it." 

"I'd like to see them try." I cackled as I made my way up the stairs.

* * * 

The hallway was indeed filled with guards, some more obvious than others, all dressed as bellhops. I had no trouble sneaking past the rovers, but when I reached room 15-C there were two who could not be ducked standing right in front of the door. I stepped around the corner, hands up. 

"Evening boys." 

"move along, ma'am."

"No." 

"The Fuck?"

"There are spies..." I began as I arched my back, letting a blouse-button burst. "Who are far more skilled than I and they would sneak by you. Or still others who can fight and would take you out..." Their hands trembled, making for guns. 

"There are even seductresses, who might be able to flash a little leg before subduing you with gadget or another. But I am none of these things. I'm just an Operative who is exactly as good a fuck as I appear that I would be." 

Their hands hesitated. 

"And you're going to let me walk right into that room, because the ball-draining acts of wanton carnality you will receive for letting me are worth whatever punishment you might get. Savvy?"

"Yeah, we'll bite... but there are 48 other guards. What will you do?" 

"Them." I answered matter-of-factly. Then I added, "There's a ballroom two stories down. Tell them to meet me there on your radios."

"K." One guard blinked in disbelief. 

"Ballroom." Snickered his partner. "Get it?" Eyes rolled as we made for what was about to be the scene of a cum-storm.

* * * 

So there I was, standing out in the crowd of bellhops, assessing each one as a separate opponent, dong my best to gauge their ages, kinks, muscle-tone, height, weight, and prowess.

"First a little demonstration, just so you know what you're up against." I said, sashaying up to the most awkward, nerdy-looking of them. His breath stuttered as I ground my tits against him and whispered in his ear. I can't tell you the sentence because it needs to remain secret lest it lose its power, but as I huskily delivered the 37th and final word he made a strangled noise that was accompanied by an audible squirting sound. 

He clutched his pants where they'd been stained with his vastly premature ejaculation, then crumpled to the ground, massaging his balls that no doubt hurt from shooting so hard and so suddenly. Some of the boys would be coming back for seconds tonight, but I could tell he was not going to be one of them. 

49 more to go. 

I launched forwards and down, grabbing a man's belt with one hand and his pants with the other. As I rode the latter towards the floor I snapped the former out like a whip, wrapping up a bellhop's neck and yanking him face-first into my upturned rear. 

The obedient captive took the hint and ripped my panties off beneath my skirt, sinking his tongue inside my pussy as I slipped the first throbbing member into my mouth. 

I sucked the cock deep, inhaling it right to a pair of hairy balls, which I swirled my tongue around. There was a gasp of appreciation from the audience at the sight of my talented tongue tasting testicles, and the odd sound of 4 dozen flies unzipping at once filled the room. 

I took a sudden cumshot in the throat and swallowed hastily as I rolled over, scissoring my legs around the head that was so diligently servicing my sex. I yanked his belt-leash up, kissing to the taste of my own deliciousness as I slapped his ass into gear, enjoying his appetizer of average cock. 

Pants dropped around me as he gave a good twenty thrusts, finally unleashing a torrent to the whim of my voracious, wet nether maw. As the mob closed on me, I planted a hand and flipped back over it onto my feet.

The Capoira-like move allowed me to employ my firm, domed ass to its full potential, slamming a stud against the wall with a shocked grunt. As I seized a nice seven-and-a-half-incher in both hands, I leaned slightly to one side so my mouth could consume a somewhat smaller cock, easily the whole shaft and both balls, tenting my lower lip with potent obscenity. 

The cock I'd been pounding in two-fisted strokes went off, splattering my dangling tits in hot ball-chowder, just as my throat got filled as well. As my head snapped back, my pussy shot down, finally enveloping the nice-sized cock I'd pinned to the wall. 

As the studs I'd beaten and sucked off fell back to see if they could get it up for more, the circle closed around me again. I couldn't let that happen if I was going to maintain control over this herd of bulls. 

Leaning back hard on the big dick still in me, I planted my feet and dove forwards, his dick imitating a champagne bottle both in the POP of my tight love-tunnel departing, and the spray of white froth that followed. 

I came up from the roll on one knee, instantly grabbing two dicks and jamming them between my tits, then I pinned my huge mams into place with my elbows as I snagged another two cocks, stuffing one than the other beneath the weight of each big boob. 

The four men had only a moment to appreciate the complexity of this arrangement before I masterfully mashed my perfect pumpkins into a quadro-cocked titfuck, coaxing the juice from their balls almost simultaneously. 

Their spunk-cannons erupted in a messy spray, out-of-control-hoses slathering my face and torso in a mask and blouse of gushing gunk. 

No time to wipe the thick rivulets from my face, I stood and twirled, messy droplets of sweat and cum showering off of me in a whirlwind of jizz.

Greedily I tugged cocks to my mouth, cleavage, pussy and palms, letting myself bend over so all five new studs could have access. I sued the two cocks in my hands as batons, conducting the rhythm of a sudden powerfucking, the two meaty organs sawing into me from either side as the guy between my tits got a little rough, tugging my nipples and slapping my rack around between pumps. 

Readying myself to finish the group I let myself enjoy a little orgasm before twisting my whole body, pivoting on one foot while the other leg swung around in a near-split. The motion popped the dicks between both sets of lips free, my final oral suck and kegal setting them both off; they shot wads so forcefully up and down my body the two streams of cum connected in a messy burst, my tits catching some of the huge load. 

In my twisting, rolling dismount, the stud between my tits sudden money shot got up my nose and in my hair. I barely had time to cough it out before was cramming the jocks I'd been jacking into my now vacant mouth and snatch. 

As I bobbed my head and pelvis on the pair of dicks, I sighed up my next targets. I was starting to get a little weary from the sheer volume of orgasms I was dolling out. Luckily I felt a warm flood between my legs and swallowed a couple mouthfuls just in time to line up a complicated attack. 

I straightened up and leapt into the arms of a taller, buffer stud and wrapped my legs around his waist. Angling my hips I impaled my little puss on what must have been a little over 9 inches of delight.

Holding this position I leaned back in a bridge, sinking an upside down cock into my throat as two studs straddled my bent upper-torso to fuck in opposite directions through my massive cleavage. Another two studs filled my hands I only suffered a brief moment when I felt something teasing at my ass. Luckily this intruder was most poorly endowed, and I could relax. Then, to my shock, a cock founds it's way between my feet where they were wrapped around the buff-boy's back and I was fucking seven at once. 

There was so much sensation I could no longer distinguish any of my actions; I merely "doing" this hoard and that was that.

Exhausted as I was, there were still at least 23 studs left to coax a load from. Clenching muscles that even I didn't know I had, I arched my back even more in climax, causing loads to pour into me, and on me. The big stud I'd been using as a platform unceremoniously dropped me hard, forcing me to roll fast and sweep my legs to avoid being pounced on. 

My whole body was well-lubed in sweat and cream now, so it took little time to bring off another four by simply gathering them around and vigorously undulating in a stripper's spin, buffeting their tightly pressed bodies with thighs, ass, pussy, breasts and hands. They shot salvos hard, somehow making a mess of my mess, droplets of rich pearl ran down as balls convulsed around me in the aftermath. 

I stood fast and grabbed a shorter guy by the cock; pulling him to me I could fuck him standing up without need to even stand on tiptoes. This gave me a chance to angle back slightly and heartily throat a cock while my hands two-fisted another. I sucked, jacked, and fucked all three, alternating which action each stud got to enjoy until I finished all three in my mouth at once, lips stretched as seed dribbled from them. 

Cum sprayed liberally from my nose as I choked man-marinade down. The next group would have to be ten at once or I'd never make it to the end.

I stuffed throbbing, thrusting dicks everywhere I could. Two fought for room in my throat, another stretched my ass with nasty girth. My elbows pinned my tits, allowing for two in my deep cleavage while another again found their way under the swell of each breast. My fists pumped frantically on another two, and a nice fat ten-inch finally claimed the super-orgasmic depths of size-loving sex. 

This clusterfuck carried on for ten, twenty minutes before one set of bloated balls after another finally sprayed, spewed, dumped, shot, unloaded, unleashed, unclogged, jizzed, spunked, and relinquished their respective torrents. 

I was dizzy now, unsure how well I would hold out against the other 10 studs that still remained, not to mention the 15 or so who had gotten it back up. This could finally be me biting off more than I could chew, suck, or swallow. 

I was still blinking through a sheen of nut sauce when a big guy grabbed me and slammed me up against the nearest wall. Moments later I was being fucked off my feet by thrusts coming fast and hard, bouncing my tits around as stud-after-stud formed a line behind him. 

The first let touch ground long enough only to shove me down hard and fire his cum into my mouth. 

The second spun me around and bent me over, tucking into my ass like an unstuffed thanksgiving turkey. My head hit the wall with each thrust until nad-nectar pour from between my cheeks. 

I barely had time to spin before stud number three hooked my thigh in an elbow and fucked me sideways, pile-driving me for fifty fast fuck-thrusts, eventually blowing an arch of hot white across my back. 

I tried to catch my breath from the masterful screwing, only to have my head pulled back and the largest pair of balls I'd ever seen dropped onto my face.

"SUCK 'EM!" A deep voice commanded, as the sweaty sack smeared all over my lips and cheeks. That the men were now giving me orders was worrisome.

I fought to please the big rocks, letting my lips cradle the heavy weight of each and my tongue trace the deep ridges. When I finally managed to stuff one of the fist-sized orbs into my maw, I felt it tighten and the stud gave a roar as his bulky 8 incher above spat out a huge torrent, raining down his shaft onto my cream-glazed visage. 

A fifth guard instantly replaced him, grabbing my ankles and lifting with a twist, contorting me into a fuckable pretzel, his thrusts coming in the form of hard squats with his full weight behind them. Each luscious pound in this tricky position drove his average sized dick to dunk deep into beyond average capability. I confess I came twice before he did. 

I was still panting in recovery from those climaxes when studs six and seven lifted me as one, making a pleasure-throne of their bodies for me before gliding in a pair of cocks. The one in front stroked deep, easily ten inches of turgid meat, while something even bigger sawed into my ass. 

It was painful yes, but had a most agreeable way of serving my pussy up for the other cock, shuddering gasps poured from me non-stop the whole time.

The eighth had a fetish I could never forgive in a true lover. He coiled my blonde locks around his little erect rod and pulled the hair slightly as he pumped himself off with it, eventually matting my head with his sperm. 

The ninth was first a tease and then an asshole, licking my pussy to an expert near-climax only to suddenly withdraw and laugh at me as he jacked a thick glob onto my tits. Those poor girls were beginning to feel spongy. 

The final jerk (why were the worst ones all in line together?) tried hard to get me to choke or gag on his piece, thrusting violently down my throat with inconsiderately ill-timed plunges, balls mashing against my chin. When he finally came it was a copious facial, blinding me with pear prick-paint yet again. 

The fifty were done and I was relieved.

Oh shit! The Refractors! 

Hands were all over me and I lost track of time as I was passed around and fiercely fucked by every one of the studs that was man enough to get it up a second or third time.

I nearly lost consciousness, as the ordeal seemed to take hours, regardless of what time might have actually passed. 

When it was over, the men had collapsed in a variety of horny heaps, leaving me to stand and observe the cum-coated room.

One last cock stood erect in defiance of my dominance. I place my foot on it, heels rolling the balls and grinned as it shot a dying wad. My foot arched on the pile of sexually vanquished mooks, I posed a moment before taking leave of the fifty out-fucked guards. 

Spare clothes! I crashed a bathroom to wash off, then listened at doors until I could clearly hear a couple in the throes of passion.

I let myself in and gathered up an ill-fitting tee shirt and pants. As I left, I heard a male voice. 

"Who the hell is Nnnnngghh!??!"

Then a female. 

"Goddamnit did you just cum? I wasn't even close yet you bastard!" 

Then it was onto the room. 

* * *

"Everyone breaks somehow Mr. Verant. It could be your nipples that do it. Or maybe you can't stand having your balls tortured. Perhaps if your wife or girlfriend is reduced to a sobbing puddle of orgasms right in front of you, that is what will make you talk. I don't know, and I don't really care; sexual pain is the most effective torture method there is. Why not spare yourself all of that and just tell me what I want to know." 

I should have stayed hidden. I should have just kept to myself, tucked around the corner, waiting for an opportune moment to strike, swiftly and silently.

But in some strange way, pride in my work overcame my professionalism and I had to come forward to speak. 

"You're wrong. Sexual pleasure is a far more useful tool. Desire and anticipation can be stretched out into infinity. Pain is limited and so are you."

He turned to face me. His face was glacial, cruel, beautiful, and marred by a jagged scar down his right cheek. Grey eyes transfixed me. 

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm.... an operative." 

"Ah, you are The Operative if I'm not mistaken. I like you, am a specialist. You may call me The Specialist."

We sized each other up a moment, his eyes crawling over my hips, lips, tits and ass. Even the dowdy clothing I'd stolen in my incredible figure was obvious. In turn, I looked over his Adonis body, lean and muscled, his hair long and platinum-white, abs so firm I could see them through the dress shirt he wore. 

My lustful gaze was interrupted as he suddenly cast his arm downward, a pair of ivory shaped whips dropping from his sleeves; he uncurled them with a flick of his wrists.

They were somewhere between bullwhip and cat-whip sized, and he cracked one out, forcing me to jump to the side. Throwing his whole arm into the motion, he shot out the other, wrapping my body up and pulling me to him. 

"I'd say you aren't as tough as you look," He chuckled, "but you don't really look tough... positively supple in fact."

Emphasizing this, he tugged the whip, bringing my soft body against his firm one. 

Even as I work out my little vibe beneath the leather bond, my eyes widened in surprise.





The Operative: File 03



"Why are you carrying three whips? You only have two hands." 

He blinked in confusion, then looked down to where my thigh was making contact with the inside of his thigh, a heavy smirk playing across his face.

"I'm not." 

My eyes widened even more.

"Dear sweet god!" 

"I suppose I probably am." He sneered.

Shaking away my shock at what was apparently the most monstrous member I'd ever encountered in my life, I arched my back, letting the size and firmness of my chest test the whip that was binding me. Adding a deep breath, I gave myself enough slack to free the hand that held the vibe. 

"Pain is stronger. You're going to spend a long time learning that, Operative."

I shook my head, flicking the vibe; its tip began to glow, a shaft of light protruding a few inches from it. 

"Unfortunately I don't have a long time. Luckily, unlike torment, ecstasy is quick!" With these words I wrenched my hand up, jamming the glowing vibe tip against his temple. My gadget worked perfectly, causing to emit a strangled cry, his face contorting as he dropped to the ground. 

"What the Hell?" Said Agent Verant, that beautiful black man groggily. 

"something I had the boys in the lab whip up for me, Agent." I explained as I untied him. "His brain just had an orgasm and his body hasn't had time to catch up yet."

"Wow!" Said Verant, rubbing his wrists. "Shouldn't we kill him?" He asked. 

"No time for that." I lied, pushing the younger agent out the doorway with me. As we slipped down the hall, I could hear the shred of fabric; whatever beast lay inside The Specialist's pants had clearly destroyed its home as he hardened in response to my Climax Knife. 

* * * 

We were alone in the cabin on the way home when I pulled the magnum from beneath my seat, leveling the gun at Agent Verant's head, point blank.

"So we should talk." I explained. 

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a tank.

"Yeah. Ok." He managed. 

"What did you tell The Specialist?"

"Nothing." 

"My nipples get hard when people lie to me, Sean."

"Really?" He asked, flicking a glance at one of my stiff nubs poking through my blouse. 

"No. It's just cold in here. Now what did The Specialist ask you about?"

"Project Epsilon." 

"What did you say about it?"

"That I didn't know anything related to it." 

I clicked the hammer back on the gun.

"Then you confirmed for him that it exists. I'm sorry Sean. I'm going to have to put you down." 

A drop of sweat trickled down his beautiful, shaved, chocolate-skinned head.

"Really?" 

"Unless you've got a twelve in dick, or some more personal reason for me to report this to command. Do you have a foot of cock?"

"No." He said sadly. "I don't have a 12 inch dick." 

"Than I'm sorry, I'll nee--" He interrupted me continuing his sentence.

"It's more like 13 and one quarter, but at least it's thick." 

I flicked the safety on and dropped the gun.

"I think we can work something out." I said as I worked his huge dick out of his fly. The thick black stalk still lay limp as I lowered my head to rub its velvety texture all over my face in genuine appreciation. 

I tugged and squeezed his huge high and tight balls as I coated the now stiffening cock in drool, amazed at how fast the cock was beginning to drool right back, leaking pearly precum the second it hardened.

It was a gusher! His hot dick sauce flowed down in thick rivers, totally coating my hand and face, and chin, soaking through my blouse such that my breasts could be seen beneath. 

I lovingly smeared his lust-liquid into his cock and balls, enjoying how his dark skin glistened. Arching his seat back, he put his hands behind his head with a smug smile. He was a man who was clearly accustomed to being given lots of head. 

I scooped up his black sac and locked my lips around his fountaining head, just sucking spunk from him, swallowing with an audible gulp every few moments when it filled my mouth, the sweet Manbrosia was intoxicating and I found myself daydreaming of The Specialist. I was wondering if his organ was as alabaster as the rest of his gorgeous skin, if what I felt had been genuine, his dick was considerably larger than the one I was feeding from now. 

I plunged my head down suddenly, lodging over half the magnificent monster into my throat, amazed at how the thick prespunk made me gurgle and gargle deep inside.

As I finally pulled off with a gasp, a pop, a sputter, and a dozen gooey strands linking my to his cockhead he looked down at me with a smirk. 

"So, you gonna say your sorry?"

"What?" I asked in annoyance as time cost me several precious precum ropes that fell to the seat below. 

*SPLAT!* He suddenly smacked me across the face with his shaft, all my hard-earned tendrils of precum exploding away from me.

"For almost killing back there!" 

I grabbed one of those big fat balls of his in each hand.

"I fucked 50 inadequate men to get you free today junior, if you think I'm in the mood to play submission, you'd better adjust your attitude quick!" 

"Hey! You have no right to--" I swung my torso as I pulled up my shirt, bludgeoning him with two heavy tit-punches.

This stunned him, and by the time he blinked the stars from his eyes, I was straddling him, hands on the armrests of his seat. I jammed my hips down, finally feeding my poor starved little puss a proper meal. 

"FUCK YOU'VE BEEN ISSUED A BIG SIDEARM, AGENT!!!" I screamed as I let myself glide up and down the humongous hammer, filling myself with 8, 9, 10, 11 inches of meat. My ass was determined to meet his big balls where they lay piled in his lap. 

He might have tried to talk, but my tits were relentless, pummeling his head every which way, cramming his mouth full of breast meat, not giving him even a second to orient himself. 

I took out all my frustrations slamming my ass down hard, venting my indigence and contempt and triumphant fury at all the guards echo through the airplane in the sound of my ass slapping his meaty thighs.

I fucked him like he was nothing to me. I made him my slut. My bitch. My studly man-whore. 

The obscene noise of my damp hole relinquishing his thick shaft was followed by a near-silent moment; we both panted a few breaths.

Then I slammed down with all my might, and he roared with his face contorted in savage ecstasy. He was clearly not used to being ridden this fast or this hard. His orgasm was as copious as his precumming would indicate, pressure actually swelling deep within my womb from the strength and volume of it. 

On this plunge I arched my hips down, truly engulfing his entire rod, my own consciousness lapsing as I moaned out loud.

It felt like I was having one orgasm that lasted an hour, yet 60 in one second at the same time. The sensation left me shivering, shuddering, weak and quivering. 

"I'm sorry I almost killed you." I gasped.

"Forgiven" He answered weakly. 

It wasn't a long flight home, but we still managed to lick, suck and fuck one another to many more orgasms before we'd landed.

Maybe I don't hate field missions so much after all.



The Operative: File 04



She'd been a nightmare to track down. It wasn't that she was tricky, it's that she moved so fast, seeming to part the very world around her, leaving in her wake an endless supply of drained balls and dried pussies. Each witness Control found for me could only lead to another three whom my new target had banged into the ground. 

It was not so much a matter of triangulating her location, but rather like following the threads of a spider-web, the potential recruit sitting in the center, pulling people to her with lustful strands of pure sex. 

We had tracked her to the Ukraine in winter, forcing me to hide my lush figure behind fake fur, and fleece, and wool. I was forced to discard these items when I finally found my way into her winter-home; the place was built in defiance of nature. Even as I walked its halls, watching the wind howl and throw snow, the temperature was like that of an exotic beach, which only made sense when I found my way to the indoor wave pool with an actual white-sand paradise at one side. And on that sand, sunbathing beneath the UV lights of an artificial sun, was my target

Her hair was lush and golden, and long so that it flowed over the back of her simple lawn chair. Her eyes swiveled to regard me as I was shown into this inner sanctum; they were blue, paler than mine but somehow translucently layered with a greater depth. Her lower lip was fuller than mine, but I had a slight edge on her with my upper. Her face held more angularity than my own somewhat softer features; this gave her a far more striking appearance. Her chest baffled me, I'd never even met close to my equal when it came to un-enhanced breasts, and here hers were clearly just a tad fuller than my own. 

Staring at Justine Heinrici, I felt something I had not felt in my entire life: Insecure.

"You're worried I'll replace you." She spoke at last. Where my voice was pure sex, hers was an exotic mix of that and more. Confidence, innocence, tranquility, huskiness and a slight German lilt.

"Then you know why I'm here?" I said back. 

"Your... Control, wants me to join you, do they not?" She smiled, folding her arms behind her head. I have little appreciation for the feminine form, apart from knowing the power of my own, yet at the sight of her breasts lifting and re-asserting themselves into perfect teardrops higher on her chest, I could honestly feel a slight tingle between my thighs.

Was this how I made other women feel?

"Well, they might. I've been sent to test you." She laughed when I said this. 

"Test me? What's the point of testing me when you don't even know if I'm interested yet?" 

"Well are you?" 

She looked me up and down, a gaze of sexual appreciation, and perhaps camaraderie as well. 

"I might be. What's in it for me?" 

"Well obviously we can't offer you money." I gestured, my arms wide, to indicate her magnificent sun-filled mansion on the heart of the Ukrainian tundra. 

"You've got at least as much as our organization if not more so. Nor do I imagine that we have much to teach you when it comes to a craft like yours and mine. " 

"I'd like to test that, actually..." She smirked, her gaze at me almost becoming wolfish. 

"Well that brings me to what we can offer. Within the fold of Control, you would have an unprecedented access to files on the most extraordinary sexual performers on earth. We are familiar with your famous black books. We believe you would need a library of such books to keep up with the sheer volume of carnality my organization could throw your way." 

"Hm. But I would have to do work, yes?" She lazily stretched, her legs shifting like water before me. She was at least two inches taller than I.

"Yes... but you might like it. The test I've been sent to administer would give you a taste of what work for us might be like, while allowing us to confirm what we suspect will be your legendary capability." 

She yawned. "Far out. What's the job?"

I was in. 

* * * 

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to share clothes with another woman. I've never been able to do that before!" Justine was holding a beautifully cut slut-dress to me, seeing how it would handle my figure. "Yes, perfect fit. Try it on." 

It would seem Justine had experienced some additional breast growth later in life, now weighing in somewhere between a JJ and K cup bra, but in her younger days so many decades ago, she'd owned plenty of bras and outfits in my size. Her height would be an issue, but as I slipped this particular black number on, --square patches cut out of it to expose a maximum of the sides and bottoms of my breasts, and a square keyhole in the middle to give my cleavage breathing room-- I found that the height difference just made for a shorter skirt, which was even hotter. 

"So your file says you were part of a breeding program?" 

Her expression darkened. 

"If I'm going to work for your outfit, there will be no talk of that. Ever. And I would insist upon that information being wiped from my records."

I wasn't going to press it. 

"Yes Ma'am."

"Call me Justine." She insisted. She slipped into a two-piece number, a red crop top that showed her flat stomach and held her breasts aloft in a gravity-defying act. She added a short skirt that she made sure was at about the same level as mine. Looking in the mirror we were a pair of goddesses, blonde-haired, blue eyed, not twins, but distinctly sexual in our own ways, doubtlessly able to take on anything fate might throw our way. 

We were en route to the somewhat warmer coast of the Black Sea. Hardly a resort, but much better than deep Ukraine. On my private jet I offered her the use of my Steward, but she waved him away. 

"I would rather get to know you, Operative. What is your name?" 

"That's highly classified." I answered. 

Her mouth closed in a pouty 'O' of surprise a moment, which then shimmered into a smile.

"I'll bet I could make you tell me, dearie...." 

Her words actually frightened me. 

And excited me. 

"Let's focus on the target at hand. His name is Conrad Hunter. Dr. Hunter to most. He holds PhD's in Psychology, Psychiatry, and Human Sexuality with a specialty in the Anatomical Sub-Disciplines of each. He is a former Control Agent."

She arched an eyebrow, "I hope we're not going to be killing anyone."

"Oh goodness no, he didn't leave Control on bad terms. But he left a formula he was working on for us incomplete. We're going to talk him into giving him the recipe... so that no one has to kill him. His vast knowledge in Sexual Interrogation and Manipulation will make him a tricky target. Also..."

I hesitated, swallowing hard. 

"What is it?" Justine asked. 

"He was one of my best teachers. I replaced him when he retired. And I could never beat him at his own game."

"Are you hoping or afraid I'll triumph over him where you've failed?" She asked. 

I hung my head; how could this nuclear sex-bomb be so insightful? "Yes." I answered both possibilities truthfully.

"Well don't worry about it honey. I'm sure that if he gives in, it will be to both of us, not because of me. Who could resist over 100 inches of titflesh and our sexual talents?" She stroked my cheek and I felt like eating out of her hand. 

"Yeah." I smiled weakly. She was humoring me, but I was glad to have at least that. 

* * * 

We touched down in the evening, leaving our little jet to swiftly click our way on high heels through the darkened city streets, aged soviet architecture looming large and gray against the empty sky. We were being followed and we knew it. 

"Who do you think they are?" Hissed Justine, as the four burly men rounded the same useless corner we had. 

"Delta Initiative." I said softly.

"Not familiar with that one. I've been out of the game a long while." Explained Justine. 

"They're like an unlawful answer to Interpol. They sprang up last year with an unprecedented amount of funding and high level of employment. Their overall goals are fuzzy, but at the outset, undermining the authority of all governments be they despotic or democratic, acquisition of large sums of money, and establishment of a superior ruling class seem to all be in the offing. They abduct and kill people whom they deem to violate their own set of international laws."

"That's a mouthful." Justine said. "What will they do if they catch us?"

"I'm guessing I'm on the kill list by now, though I couldn't be sure. Either way we don't have time to lose them or outfuck them. Other options?"

"I can think of two." Said Justine, reaching beneath her skirt, somehow producing an impressively phallic handgun and a high-tech looking sub-machine gun. 

"Woah." I said appreciatively.

"You a good shot?" She asked me. I shook my head. She handed me the larger gun. "Spray and pray." She instructed, then whirled on our tails with the magnum

I did as instructed, the staccato of ricochets echoing into the night while I veritably traced the outline of our opponents in bullets.

Justine calmly lined up her shots, the huge magnum throwing her whole arm up with each lead ejaculation. In four shots, four men fell. She turned to me, laughing as I trembled like a leaf, arms still shaking from the recoil of the rapid-fire gun. Where she'd fired four shots, I'd fired more like four hundred, the casings of ammunition piled around my feet like a sea of clinking copper. 

"You're not kidding." She said. "You suck at that!"

"Rub it in why don't you?" I murmured, handing back her gun to be placed in whatever secret holster she had. She rubbed the back of my neck warmly as we continued down the street, the cold air assaulting us through our scanty costumes. 

* * *

My former teacher had done well for himself. Conrad's estate was a four-story brick affair that looked warm, and comfortable. We let ourselves in, by way of hairpin, and were immediately accosted by a couple of guards, big burly boys, not bad looking really. Clearly my former teacher did his own recruiting. 

Justine bit her lower lip taking them in. "We don't have to kill them too, do we?" She asked as one grabbed each of us by the shoulders.

"No no no...Let's have fun." I said, slithering my leg up between one's thighs, feeling a nice heavy package sit soft on my leg when I rubbed him there.

"Deal." Said Justine. Then she proceeded to break my very brain.

I watched in awe as she opened her mouth and stuck out the beginnings of a nice, soft looking pink tongue. But it kept coming and coming, seeming to unspool from her mouth as she gave a looooooooooong salacious lick down her assailant's torso, her tongue extending at least a full two feet to wrap around his zipper, prehensile strength and skill bringing it down, then slipping into his fly.

She was tonguing his cock while standing straight up!

She stuck out what must have been another four inches of tongue, only angling her head down slightly before the long wet muscle pulled back in, bringing with it a tremendous soft cock, bundled up in coils of mouth-meat.

"Holy shit!" Both guards and I said in unison, each of us mesmerized at the sight of this endless tongue, now skillfully flicking the head of the cock it was holding.

The Cock Justine's tongue was servicing hardened quickly to a beautiful 12-incher, she lustily joined me in licking at her man's balls... but this she could do with her whole tongue spiraled around his meat, her hands free to stroke at his muscles beneath his shirt. I whimpered inadequately as I licked up the cock I had to work with, slurping on it's head lustily as it firmed up at around 11 inches long. 

I'm sure I looked envious, eyes leering as my head bobbed a little, my mouth stuffed full with fat cock. Justine was making putty of her own man, the tongue jacking the throbbing prick as it pulled it towards the mouth, like a winch lifting a truck made of meat. 

Finally she was engulfing him in full, pulling him inch by inch, the cock disappearing into her throat. In a final act of impossibility, her tongue snaked out, wrapped around his dangling balls like she was picking fruit with it, and pulled the pair of seedmakers into the disappearing act of her mouth.

Then she was swallowing as he came hard. 

My target came as well. Oh sure I was giving him the best blowjob that he would ever receive, but it was the sight of Justine's prowess that caused his rocket to launch, forcing me to choke just slightly on thick gouts of tasty cream. I was sure the guy in Justine's mouth was pumping out even more, but the word "gag" was clearly not in her vocabulary.

She lovingly milked the stud's balls as she slipped the softening rod from her mouth, lips curling and rolling as the meat came free. She looked at me with a haughty smile, seeming to like the sight of me wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. 

I leaned in close to her. 

"Not bad hon.. But wait till you see Hunter's piece... he's got the biggest cock I've ever seen." Even as I said these words my mind drifted the unknown quantity The Specialist was packing. If his cock weren't much of a grower, my former teacher would have the edge. Some part of me doubted it though. 

Justine shrugged and packed the guard's cock back into his pants, then waited for me to do the same. Then there was the sound of a solitary, slow, clap.

"Well done, well done my darling." He sounded so old to me now... when I first met Conrad Hunter, he was a middle-aged man, brilliant and tall and dark. Now he seemed somehow smaller to me, hair peppered with gray, a pair of steel-rimmed glasses framing his pretty green eyes. 

But he'd kept his physique up, no part of him drooped, save for the mammoth package he was hiding poorly behind his slacks. Justine looked at him fondly as I ran into his open arms, giving my former Spymaster a hug, crushing my breasts deep into his chest. 

"You're here to interrogate me about the Prometheus Formula, are you not?" He chuckled.

"I was hoping you'd give it freely, Conrad." 

"Now now, little one, I taught you that nothing is ever given freely..."

"Okay then, how about this...we've subdued your guards, you're all alone, and we'll torture you till you talk." 

"Hm. You're welcome to try."

* * *

Well we did have the guns. Those wouldn't make him talk, but they were enough for him to stand still as we bound his hands and feet in his own restraints, spread-eagling him against a wall.

"Dr. Hunter, this is Justine. While I have the benefit of all your training, she has the benefit of far more experience. Between the two of us. We will make you talk." 

He smiled proudly. "Show me." He instructed.

We did. We began by stripping him of his clothes, revealing his smooth firm physique, rippled abs, squared pecs, and toned legs. We left his underwear for last, a simple pair of clean white briefs, stretched into obscenity by the enormity of the bulge beneath. A single one of his balls makes more package than most men's entire junk collections, and here we were, looking at two of them and the coiled sleeping snake above.

"Brace yourself Justine, this thing never fails to drop my jaw." I said, rubbing my hands together with glee.

She moved in, swiftly de-pantsing him with such zest that his whole package bounced upon being freed, mighty balls wobbling and rolling in their sac as his cock slapped up against his abs, then drooped down, semi-hard at around 10 inches long. 

"And that's not even hard yet!" I said hollowly, taking it all in again for the first time in too long.

Justine just shrugged. "It's pretty big, I guess." She sounded disappointed.

This woman was a marvel. I don't know what she had done in her life to make Conrad's incredible 15-inch long cock seem mundane, but it was becoming clear to me that she was simply out of my league.

I pulled Justine aside a moment and explained to her my plan. She nodded and together we went to work.

First there were more clothes to remove. My ex-instructor was not going to be impressed with some tawdry strip-tease act, so it was almost matter-of-fact the way we helped each other out of our appointed slutwear. Soon we both stood naked before his now throbbing 15 inch megacock, Justine's tits just a little higher than mine, though he didn't seem to think mine were any less attractive the way he stared. 

"You've become a beautiful woman, my pupil." 

"I was beautiful when you found me." I shot back.

"Not denying that." He murmured, staring, 

mesmerized as Justine worked her hips, moving in to place a lingering kiss on his mouth. 

I don't know what that incredible genetically engineered tongue of hers did inside of him, but I'd never seen his cock stiffen straight up with such speed before. By the time she pulled back she was frenching him and licking the inside of his left ear at the same time, looping her tongue inside his mouth while the tip tickled the side of his head. 

"What in God's name?" He said, voice cracking slightly. I'd never heard that either.

"You mean Goddess." Justine hissed into his ear before kissing and licking down his jaw, his neck, his chest, joining me where I had already begun to trace the lines of his abs with my tongue. We played with his cock, holding it out of the way of our affections, passing it hand to hand, then placing all four of our hands on it, me staring at how much still protruded through.

Justine slithered the tip of her mouth-serpent down its length, lifting and ensnaring his balls, rolling them back and forth. I knew how heavy those bulky nuts were; her tongue was strong. 

By the time I found myself slurping and smacking my lips all over his head, Justine was coaxing out precum to feed me, her endless tongue squeezing in a tight mobius strip around his titanic testes, the two of us filling the room with nothing but the sounds of fast breath, fevered moans, slobbering sucks and gurgling swallows. 

His precum fountained down, coating her tongue white while it danced along his shaft in six different places at once, still tormenting the balls beneath. When his scrotum began to tighten, she used her mouth strength to tug it down, preventing his release.

When I was in training I could never take him all... now I was determined to blow his mind in addition to blowing his cock. Plunging down I consumed him, throating his whole 15 inches in a single gag-ridden suck, my throat convulsing in protest on his thick meat as I held him inside. Justine continued her assault on his balls as I looked up into his eyes, letting him know that I had surpassed him in raw skill and psychological prowess. Again his seedmakers tightened and a second time he was denied release as Justine put his nuts on lockdown.

"Not Bad!" She said encouragingly as I breathed raggedly around his whole 15 inches. Finally my head got light and I was forced to retreat, relinquishing his now-glistening prickshaft with a sound that was a choke and a moan somehow at the same time, jacking him angrily in both fists as I marveled at his meat. 

"My turn." Justine said, gently pushing my head down to take over the all-important task of ball-worship. She straightened up, grinding her tits into his chest a moment as she gave him a smug smirk. "You should give us the formula doctor. Even if your brain can take this, I'm not sure your balls can. Wouldn't want you to burst such a lovely pair of big nuts..." 

She trailed off and dipped her head, tongue making a candy-cane of his tremendous meat pole as she slurped it deep. Not only could she throat him to the balls without gagging, but she demonstrated another talent by whipping her head up and down, plunging him into her gullet at 5, 15, 25 miles per hour, hair spraying out as she bobbed wildly. 

I was spattered with gobbets of precum and saliva, protectively nursing his nutsack as she bobbed, her head becoming an impossible blur of brilliant dicksucking. His balls were turning summersaults in my mouth as they tried to dispense their load, but I would not let them. He gave a strangled cry, fighting his restraints hard. It was awful to watch him suffer like this... but I needed the Prometheus Formula just as badly as he needed release from this tantric torture. 




The Operative: File 04



I increased the tugging on his balls as Justine increased speed; now thick sheets of deep throat glop were drooling from her lips, fat strands of the grotesque mixture slapping down into my face, pooling in the folds of his massive ball bag. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him, my hands still tangled in his swollen seedmakers.

"Do you want to cum?" She asked him.

"Oh fuck yesss..." He groaned. 

"Just tell us about the incomplete formula." She reasoned.

"Never...it's too dangerous." 

"So are we." I said, standing and guiding Justine to the side of his cock. She knew what kind of escalation this would take, joining me in wrapping her titanic tits around his monstrous crotch-rocket, our nipples touching, the full pillowy weight of our mutually massive mammories surrounding him now. We began to stroke in an alternating rhythm, my tits on top of hers, rubbing down his shaft till hers sat atop mine.

My knee was jammed up behind his balls hard, ensuring still that he would know no release in this sumptuous double titfuck.

Between her throat and his precum, his cock was so juicy that soon our tits were glistening with lubricant. I was dripping wet too, the warmth of his gargantuan member and the friction generated by our breasts in passing was making me want to cum too.

Justine saw my need, and to keep me focused perhaps, she slid out that impossible tongue, slipping it between our breasts, around his cock, and finally stuck just the tip of it on my clit. Even from that range her control was spectacular; her tongue flickered like a humming bird's wings on my button, bringing me to bounce my tits faster around Conrad's cock as I howled through 1....2....3 orgasms in quick succession.

On my third big cum, Conrad, almost in tears gave a savage growl, his whole back arching in the agony of wanting release. Justine grabbed one ball and I the other, still keeping him from discharging the vast cumshot we'd pumped into his bloated tanks. His balls had nearly doubled in size now, and throbbed in our grasps.

"Okay, you win... Ungh... top drawer of the desk in my office... the key is in the pocket of the pants you took off." He finally choked out.

"Check his story." I said. "I'll keep him on the edge in case it's a trick."

Pushing Justine away, I turned my ass to him, and let him sink deep into my sopping pussy, bending over to give him better penetration and so that I could still control his anguished balls.

"OH FUCK TEACH! You're SO BIG!" I uttered this praise as I ground back against him, tits flailing when I hit bottom and had to come back up. I'm not sure if I had all of him or not, because my world had become nothing but white-hot pleasure. I ground my ass hard, humping and thumping back, my talented pussy wild and unmeasured as I lost myself in the pleasure of it. Here was a man who used to make me beg to fuck him, and now he was mine to do with as I pleased. 

And I let him know exactly what it was that pleased me "OOOoo FUCK ME! Stuff me full of your huge cock, Conrad... come on baby, REALLY give it to me.. I can take it! You trained me for this! Let's get those poor balls off together you old stud! FUCK ME!"  

He did as I said, spearing into me again and again, perhaps trying to gain the upper hand through sheer force of fucklust, but while my ass bounced and my tits flailed, my hand still held his fuckfruits, at once massaging and mangling them in their glistening sack. He was banging his head against the wall in frustration when Justine finally came down with the formula in hand.

"May I?" She asked innocently. I had wanted to be the one to finally give him relief... but our organization needed this superwoman, so I reluctantly pulled off of him, kneeling between his legs to give her access and allow me a ball-feast.

Her tits bounced as she trotted forward in a short run, leaping onto him with her feet flat to the walls as she let him thrust into her mid-jump. She began to ride him, easily sinking his entire ram deep inside her. As I licked and teased his balls, now only encouraging them instead of holding them back, 

I watched with envy as her stomach muscles moved. I could see she had an even more segmented control over her vagina, and to his cock it must have felt that a legion of skilled wet hands were grabbing his shaft all over. 

His hips glided majestically, beautiful in stark contrast to the ugly wet smacking noise of his bouncing balls back-smacking into my face as they swung.

"OHHHHHH AAARRRGHHLL!!!!!" Conrad screamed as Justine jumped back from him, skillfully dismounting from his cock in time for both of us to kneel before him. One could see the huge ripple of liquid traveling up his dick, his balls tight anticipation of the inevitable blast. We were anticipating as well, face pressed together, tits raised high for painting, and mouth wide open with waggling tongues. 

His first shot alone must have lasted a minute, accompanied by his endless moan of relief. He hosed us down as his balls convulsed, pint after pint of rich cream staining Justine's face and mine, filling our mouths to overflow and drip down onto our rip tits, cascading with the spray he gave them too. 

His balls heaved a second time and a more condensed, thicker wad smacked me right in the face, blowing me backwards as Justine maneuvered to intercept the next shot.

Even she, in all of her skill and talent was knocked over by his third blast, collapsing on top of me, the two of us a scrambling collection of limbs, tits, and pooling seed. 

He continued spraying, finally angling a shot up to his left wrist, then his right, using the lubricant of his protein-potent blast to slip his hands from the restraints. Now he was free to jack himself, a powerful two-handed motion with his whole back into it, disgorging another three thick loads to juice Justine and me down. 

Now he was gradually making for the door, still volleying shots of magnificent man batter at the two of us as we scrambled ass-over-tea kettle to stand.

This was to no avail; our feet couldn't gain purchase in pure cream and his blasts still held sufficient to blow us over again and again. 

He'd fired perhaps thirty such shots, looking almost thinner and paler as he fled the room. I looked over at Justine with a grin, and she at me.

"Wow!" She said, finally sounding a bit impressed. 

"Yeah." I agreed. "Wow."

* * * 

We were sharing a bottle of Champagne back at Justine's mansion, letting water from a boiling hot tub relax our minds and float our tits as we toasted the success of the mission.

"So why did he run?" She asked. 

"He thought we might kill him." I answered.

"He might have been right, just not the way he was probably thinking." She concluded with a giggle, "I could have ridden him until he snapped in half." 

"So he was a good fuck?" I asked.

"Mmm, he's getting....well, since you were along I'll be nice and give him four stars in my little black book."

"How generous of you..." I murmured, wondering what over-the-top delights of her life had ever earned that precious fifth star.

I sighed and leaned back, eyes closed; loving the sensation of weightlessness my heavy chest was experiencing. Something expertly traced one of the nerves of my thigh... I cracked an eye, parting my lips as I saw Justine's tongue creeping up my body. 

"Okay darling... let's see how many stars you can get." She smiled.

I retaliated instantly, diving below the surface of the water to find her scrumptious sex. As she thrashed in the water, I turned my full talents against her, my inferior tongue thrashing across her clitoris as my hands crept up her legs in explore the underwater set of lips.

Her tongue was not idle as I moved closer, and while I held my breath, eating her voraciously, she swabbed my nipples and breasts, coaxing my humongous pair into hard-tipped beacons of pleasure.

Still I held my breath, sawing two fingers into her as my tongue efficiently and expertly antagonized her little button into an erect little orgasm switch. By the time I finally ran out of breath she was thrashing and moaning, splashing water everywhere. When I came up for air I took it straight form her lungs, enveloping her body in a fierce hug and her mouth in a vacuum-tight kiss. 

We beached out of the hot tub in this struggling embrace, rolling over each other several times, tits splayed and mashed into a staggering variety of shapes as we vied for dominance over this coupling.

I fought hard, but I could not compete with that tongue...it slid into our mutual cleavage just as she rolled up on top, kneels on either side of my hips as she pinned me. 

"Sit back and enjoy!" She commanded as she lowered her head, plunging her tongue deep into me, swirling it to stroke every part of my insides, parts of them I didn't even know I had.

She curled it firm against my G-spot, causing my eyes to nearly shoot from my head in sheer pleasure, and in an act of impossible lovemaking, curled her tongue out of me, still touching it to my G-spot as it's middle slapped against my clit, vibrating like an instrument string against me. 

Since she was hitting clit, pussy, and nether-lips all with her tongue at once, she was also able to play at my tits while she orally fucked me, causing my whole body to writhe beneath her with every expert slurp and flick. Having breasts about my size, she knew EXACTLY what to do with them, which involves light touch to get the warmed up, then rough tugging and mauling to put me over the edge.

When she twisted her tongue up and then let it unwind with no shortage of RPM, I came hard, orgasmic nectar simply pouring and pouring from me, washing her face, her hair, filling her mouth. She lapped it all up, face, head and all with a few circular swipes of her oral appendage, swallowing the lot with a horny wink, purring her pleasure at my taste as she did so. Then she dove her head for more of me. 

It was probably a hilarious sight in some ways, me dragging myself across the room on hands and knees as she stuck her face in me from behind, tongue tasting every inch of my insides as I tried to get away, pausing every so often to survive a knee-buckling orgasm. But I finally reached my goal, grabbing the bag I'd brought and pulling out my one device for retaliation in this situation. 

Goliath is about 14 and a half inches long, gel-black exterior, a little firm but not completely hard, with an interesting modification of my own for a strap-on. This vibrating dildo has a pair of large tanks inside the balls, which if squeezed right will fill with whatever fluid is at the tip. You could use it to cum anything you wanted.

I roughly pushed Justine away and strapped it on, latching the thick belt of it with a satisfying click.

"My turn, little girl." I said, standing with my hands on my hip, huge fake cock sticking out. Justine merely smiled as I moved in. 

"Kiss my head." I said, thrusting it at her face. She gave a long lick, starting from the base of her tongue and rolling it to the tip. I'm sure if I had a real dick in front of her, I'd have lost it right there. Instead I pushed her back against the outside of the tub, kneeling between her legs to give a final, worshipful kiss to her clit, swabbing my tongue all over it and then deep inside her. 

She was wet enough now, and I parted her thighs to drive Goliath home. Spearing her I stretched her lips wide and began thrusting away, heavy fake balls smacking her perfect bottom, slowly growing heavy as they filled with her juices. 

She grabbed my ass and berated me, "Come on now! You want to give me a proper fucking? Thrust harder! Harder goddamnit! Fuck me like your own little fuckbitch you fucking fuckwhore!" She spanked as she spoke, tanning my ass red with encouraging slaps as she angled her body and bucked her hips, encouraging me only to thrust deeper and more harshly. 

Our heavy tits collided on some strokes, friction spreading heat to both of us such that sweat began to pour down our naked bodies, lost in each other as she howled in pleasured lust. But she was insatiable, I turned her over and took her from behind for a few hundred thrusts, dunking her tits into the water to bounce and float with each pounding I gave her. 

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" She screamed, moaning the obscenity over and over as I did my best to ruin her as any man would. 

"AUUUUUUUGHGHHllllbrrbrbrbbrbrrbbr!" She screamed, finally ending up head into the water, blowing huge streams of bubbles as her orgasms carried her from peak to peak. 

I turned her again and sat her on the edge of the tub, now powerfucking into her with savage gliding surges forward, almost knocking her from that perch as my hips slapped into her eternally hungry snatch. As she neared another big climax I inhaled her nipples into my mouth, treating them just as I like mine treated in that moment, biting slightly and using lots of rough suction. 

This orgasm was of such magnitude, that she tensed up and shuddered hard, her body suddenly slipping from my strap-on and back into the water. She fell like she was making a snow-angel, floating there on the surface with a dazed, satisfied look on her face. 

"So how about it?" I asked, unbelting Goliath and dropping it to the ground. "Will you join Control?"

She sighed dreamily. "Naw, hon. I'm out of their league and you know it. I don't even know if there is a league for me. You might be in it, but you're still holding yourself back a little." 

"I understand. Will I at least get a good rating in your book?" 

She thought a moment.

"You'll be my first fraction. I'm giving you a 4.5." 

I must have looked crestfallen.

"Don't worry," She added with a wink, "That's just so you'll have a reason to come back and earn the other half-star." 

I smiled.

* * * 

So Justine had outclassed me as a fuck, there was no question there. My years of training and experience had not prepared me for the intensity of passion and lust that was collected into that curvaceous vessel of horniness. She could outfuck and outsuck anyone on the planet, that fact I was sure of. 

But I'd outdone her as a spy. 

I emptied Justine's precious cum from the ball-tanks inside Goliath into a few vials I'd been instructed to fill. While I still didn't know what it was all about, project Epsilon, it seemed, had need of them along with the Prometheus formula, then hid them inside my bag. 

One last long look at the most sexual woman in the world, sunning herself post-orgasmically in her miniature paradise in the middle of the tundra, and then I was on my way back home.



The Operative: File 05



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The Specialist was in my line of sight.

Natalia broke visual contact abruptly, running for the exterior wall that surrounded this little fort. Her movements were deft, graceful, like a lynx with soviet gymnastics training. She pivoted off a wall using some Parkour move....what do they call it? A tic-tac? I was never any good at that stuff due to the unbalancing and heavy weight of leviathanesque breasts. It was fun to see though! She ran along the top of a wall no thicker than my wrist at blazing speed, rounding a corner to leap across from the wall to a rooftop. She tore across that flat surface with ease, leaping over an even larger divide... almost. This time her fingers caught the edge and she utilized her incredible upper-arm strength to pull herself up, curling her rear into a hand-stand and then rounding off to her feet again. There was just one more gap between her and freedom. She took a moment to tighten the strap which bound the stolen blueprint to her back and then sprinted, her final leap a thing of beauty, her right foot had easy clearance to land on the wall, her left back in an almost 90 degree split.

It was that left ankle which the whip wrapped itself around. She glanced down to see The Specialist again, just fleetingly before her world grew confusing. He tugged down hard, pulling her mid-flight to crash hard on the ground.

Luckily for me, she did not fall unconscious, but she clearly was fighting the urge to slip under, blink-after-blink completely obscuring my vision.

Then she was looking right into the specialist's eerie jade eyes, as was I, through the tiny cameras concealed in her contact lenses.

Phase one of infiltrating his world was complete. 

I only hoped Natalia wouldn't end up paying too dearly for my curiosity. 

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The Specialist's setup was a little bit different than mine. Natalia cast her head all around to make sure I got a good view of the place. It was darker, for one thing. My interrogation chamber relied on pastel-colored lighting that was bright enough to make sure my captives got a good view of my body while smoothing over anything they might not be as thrilled about, freckles and the like. The other evident thing was that he had a great deal more equipment than I did. My chamber only had a place to hold the prisoners, my observation booth, and a small closet for wardrobe changes if they were called for. I'm a hands-on kinda girl.

The Specialist on the other hand had all manner of toys and tools. Mounted to the wall were weapons, whips like the ones I saw him carry when we'd first met, medieval axes and swords and creepy looking skewers. I was relieved to see that the latter of these had a fine layer of dust on them; he clearly kept them more for psychological impact than actual use. In addition to the weapons were various surgical mayo carts and rolling cabinets. I could only guess what these might be designed to hold.

The Specialist brightened things up a bit by striking a match and lighting various candles set into the wall. After he lit the last one, he gave it a slight tug and a mechanism triggered, a slab rolling out of one of the walls. He pushed and prodded the groggy Natalia into position, seeming to fear no retaliation from her as he placed her arms and legs into short-chained manacles, spread-eagling her against the slab. As she looked over it more closely I could see an elaborate mechanism, set on rails. He could probably put her into any position with this device, ultimately turning it into a bed or upside-down hanging as he saw fit.

Fingering the whip at his belt fondly, he began his questions starting with the obvious. 

"What is your eye color?" This was calculated to calibrate his senses to her. By asking simple questions he knew the answer to, he could learn what she sounded like when telling the truth exactly, and likewise gauge her sensibilities when she decided to throw sarcasm at him, as she did now. "My eyes are Puce. Clearly you can see that." She sneered.

The whip flashed out, finely controlled, cracking across her left breast, ripping the chest of her jumpsuit open with a resounding snap. She hissed. "Brown. My eyes are brown." She answered honestly this time. He reached out; soothing the part of her he'd just attacked with a gentle caress.

"Good. And what, pray tell, did you want with the plans to the Seraphim Device?" He cocked his head at the blueprint he'd taken back from her.

"Obviously, someone wanted it." She said. This I knew to be a complete lie; Natalia had only been instructed to steal "something" from the compound to get his attention and infiltrate his interrogation chamber. I was curious to see his methods, and Natalia is quite literally the most stalwart agent of any agency on file, having been both trained and tested in the field to have the tightest lips. I had to shell out to hire her independently as she is not on Control's payroll, and she came at an exorbitant rate since capture and torture is a pretty tall order. I knew she would be giving him some useless pieces... part of keeping secrets was making your captor believe he had gotten what he wanted.

He lashed out with the whip again, this time a diagonal slash from hip to knee, sundering the lower half of her bodysuit. He chided her "I can't believe anyone would want such a simple invention for espionage purposes. The thing is an alternative mosquito repellant method utilizing Electro-Magnetic Pulse technology. Hardly a gold-mine for a private individual, of NO interest to any clandestine agency, and unless charities have gotten into the field of spy craft, I can't imagine anyone paid you any sum of money to acquire it. Now why are you here?"

I could hear her swallow; this was not part of the plan. By accidentally stealing something of little-to-no value she had compromised the red herring we needed to throw him off the scent. 

"You know what I think?" He asked, reaching out to strip away the body-suit remnants off of her and slowly stroke one of her lush thighs. "I think you wanted to get caught. I think this is about me."

This time she betrayed nothing.

"Tell me, now. You're not going anywhere and neither am I until the truth is out. And the truth always come out in the end." His voice was soft, sweet even. He seized one of the candles from the wall, waiting patiently for her to answer his demands.

She said nothing and did not move. Smart girl. I knew that he'd be looking for responses of any kind, even sarcastic or mocking ones. Those often betrayed just as much as serious ones. Silence gave people like us nothing.

He tilted the candle, letting crimson wax drip onto her already stiffened nipples, her lush C-cups jiggling as she thrashed in response. Still she said nothing, meeting his handsome face with cold indifference. Pain would never work on her. I knew this from her reputation. She enjoyed it. Got off on it. Loved it. Quickly he stooped to one of the cabinets, opening it and removing an ice cube, running it against her other nipple. Here she shivered and thrashed, still silent, but her face betraying her discomfort. To have one breast get the relieving cool the other needed so badly was brilliantly cruel.

But he did not leave her in agony for long, quickly gliding his head to her iced breast, licking it with his warm tongue as he rubbed the cube over other nipple, deftly plucking the wax. Then, dipping low, he gave her clit a single slow lick. My jaw dropped as she shuddered in orgasm, my view temporarily disrupted as her eyes closed in pleasure.

He was good, and I now understood why. With each and every torment The Specialist inflicted on a victim, he offered a quick and pleasurable remedy, allowing the depths of their suffering to heighten the ecstasy that would be soon to follow. In this sense, he could bring more emotion from his captives in a shorter time. It was, I had to admit, sheer genius and I kicked myself for not thinking of it first; her delta-waves must have been off the charts!

"I can tell you enjoy the pain. Let's try a little something different." He purred, going again to one of his drawers, producing a series of linked chains. He placed the ends of one of these to her stiffened clitoris, firming it into a place, a smoothed clamp of some sort, exerting pressure, but clearly not painfully so. Then he added another two ends to each of her nipples. The fittings we circular, and spiraled inwards, engorging her three buttons out. The last end was attached to a collar, a little gaudy with rhinestones or some other gems, and this he affixed this around her neck. Now she was nipple and clit-clamped as well as leashed. He released her from the table and walked casually ahead of her. She had no choice but to follow the tugging at her breasts, making mincing little steps to keep up with him, her pussy visibly leaking juices as she walked along.

He toured the hallways with her, making sure to avoid going into any doors--It would have been too much for me to hope he would have the foolishness of a cartoon villain and simply expose his whole organization to his captive, but a little part of me had wished for this all the same. What he did do was stop in front of various guards or scientists who he ran across in the facility, using them to get at her through humiliating banter.

"Have you seen my latest acquisition?" He said to the first, lifting the chain a bit so that her tits danced like a pair of puppets.

"Nooo!" The guard whistled his appreciation. "Have you put that thing in her yet?" He laughed, clearly a little embarrassed by his obvious alpha status. "I don't know. Do you think she *deserves* it?" He asked teasingly.

"Well that's what you get to find out, right? I guess I'll know you've reached that point when I hear the screams."

A few moments later he had a similar conversation with a scientist.

"Will you let me run a few tests on her when you're done with her?" The man in the white coat asked.

"Sure. But I'm afraid she'll be walking a little funny by then."

"They always are. Glad my work has nothing to do with gauging pussy-tightness; I'd have nothing to work with when you were done gaping 'em." They both laughed at this.

The ritual was a curious one that I had a feeling he must do with every captive. I could only imagine the psychological impact this would have on someone less stalwart than Natalia. I took a brief chance to consider whether or not this made the man a filthy rapist... but every time I caught a glance at her reflection in some shiny thing or another her ever-flowing wetness told me that he knew what he was doing. There was no woman who would not *want* to fuck this muscled, handsome, and clearly super-hung stud by the time he got around to it.

And it would seem that he was getting around to it now. One last short conversation with a guard outside a door about how she'd be feeling him in her tonsils soon enough and he walked her into a new room.

This was clearly a place of pleasure, not torture. It was a circular room, in the center of which a large circular bed sat, swathed in silken sheets and thick blankets. Pillows with silken cases lined the perimeter. The walls were adorned like the interrogation room... but instead of weapons and implements of intimidation, there were sex toys and mirrors. The ceiling was mirrored as well, and though I couldn't tell for certain, I would bet a whole operations budget that the room would have cameras as well. This was a man who liked to watch himself work.

And who could blame him? Natalia and I both took a short gasping breath as he peeled off his shirt, those rippling, lean abs flexing a little as he tossed his clothes aside, biceps flexing into impressive discs of muscle as he moved. He paused to take her leash and clips off, her nipples and clit now more than fully engorged, throbbing red and sensitive-looking. He smirked looking her over a moment. "Yes." He said coldly. "You'll do."

Slowly he pushed her back, letting the bed buckle her knees, she sat heavily on it.

Then he kissed her. I was shocked by how tender his kiss looked. I had expected him to conquer her mouth with brute force, but instead his lips and tongue were nimble, nibbling on her pouty mouth before pulling her gently to him with his hands on her cheeks. She seemed to melt into the kiss, her breath going a little quicker in response to the sensual treatment. Then he was kissing down her face, her jaw line, three kisses placed worshipfully on her neck, then finally he soothed her nipples with slow lascivious licks, making the little pink nubs gleam under his attention.

Slowly he worked downward, kissing the tops of her toned belly and down her thighs and legs. She was trembling by the time he reached, and surprisingly licked, her feet. Each of her toes was sucked one-by-one and she moaned and writhed. His ability to read the cues of her body was so deft and so subtle I could not rightly tell if this was a fetish of his, or simply another tool at his disposal to please her, because she clearly enjoyed it.

Finally he licked his way back up, switching from leg to leg and thigh to thigh until he reached the obvious wetness of her pouting pussy. He lapped at the thick fat folds of her labia, moving his head from side-to-side to part her nether-lips then attacked her clitoris. I could only see through her eyes, and obviously could not feel then what he might have been doing, but I could tell whatever it was met with her approval. She broke the visual contact she'd worked so hard to maintain on him, her eyes shutting and opening randomly as she bucked around. If not for the mirrors and the occasional glimpse of her undulating body, I'd have no idea what was going on at all.

Finally I saw him draw back, his tongue pulling out of her snatch with an obvious sheen of her juices dripping from it and his lips as one. He greedily licked around his mouth and visibly swallowed as he stood and unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to reveal the tremendous organ I had seen before. It still stunned me, and obviously stunned her a bit too. I think I'd made mention of his being preposterously well-hung, but words could not do justice to the biggest cock either of us had ever seen. Dead limp it was larger and more imposing then the vast majority of dicks that had ever been tamed by my wiles in the in the interrogation chamber. My view had grown very clear from the way she had widened her eyes at the sight of him.

"Are you... are you gonna make me suck you?" She asked, sounding more excited than frightened.

"Of course not." He answered. "You are an honored guest. We are here for *your* pleasure, aren't we?" She blinked in astonishment, not sure what to make of this as he bent low, doubling his soft cock over on itself into a sort of horse-shoe shape. She gasped that he was long enough to do this, and then shuddered when began to swat her clit with the shape, finally opening it's tip a little to capture her erect little button in the bend of prick, wiggling it around to her apparent enjoyment. He did this a few moments, almost like a carpenter using a crescent wrench, but with more delicacy and intricate skill.

She was looking up at him when she came, but I could see a squirt of juice spatter against his gorgeous abs, making them glistening.

He was good. Damned good. Despite my professional rivalry with him, my pussy was only throbbing in raw jealousy of what Natalia was getting to go through. Lucky bitch.

Now he was half-hard grabbed his dick by its base, batting it against her clit, the slit rigidity bringing more wails and moans of joy from her. 

Natalia's lithe body was an instrument The Specialist knew well, and he expertly played his heavy, long organ all over her slick quim, sometimes slapping it, at others grinding away between those thick lips, and at other still rolling his cock along her sex, not quite touching her clit but getting close enough that surely she could feel it. She bucked through another gooey orgasm that was visible and audible even from my periodic vantage point, and all this was before he had even entered her.

He stood again, slowly stroking his pussy-juice soaked cock in a strong looking fist, veins throbbing on his enormous prick. He was definitely bigger than my old spy-master. Longer and thicker. It was a good thing I was sitting down, because I would have definitely collapsed when I saw it hard if I weren't. The same was easily true for Natalia, and despite all the satisfaction she'd clearly received from the intense foreplay, she was starving for more. 

She reared back on her ass a little, and using her those acrobatic skills that made her such a good infiltrator she spread her legs, first into a V, then further into a full 90 degree split, and then just a little more. She could not have made her intent more clear if she had laid out a little welcome mat in front of her pussy.

The Specialist accepted her invitation. He knelt in front of her on the bed, using a hand to guide his gigantic ramrod by its base, he was so long it took him a bit of effort to get into a position where he could both enter her and still have the potential to thrust. Carefully, he fed his thick cockhead into her folds, pausing as she gasped, letting her get used to him before he began to add more cock.

He was systematic in his approach. He'd very slowly stuff in a few inches of fat cock, then pull back a couple, then slowly go back in, claiming just a centimeter or so each time. It was amazing to watch Natalia's face in the ceiling mirror as he worked this magic, he eyes going wider and wider and wider with each new depth inside her he claimed. By the time he'd sunk maybe 8 inches he was clearly touching places inside her that she'd never felt; her mouth hung open, her tongue lolled from her mouth like a panting dog, he hips bucked erratically, sometimes meeting his penetrating prick, at others pulling away slightly, body instinctively afraid of the new and clearly wonderful sensations.

When he was 9 inches deep, he was finally close enough to stroke her breasts, lavishing affection on them with the palms and backs of his hands in alternating caresses. She shuddered now, almost vibrating at a mechanical speed, her pussy spilling forth with a thick gout of her cream. It was amazing to watch in a way, he wasn't getting this from her clit, it was more like his massive cock was planting bombs of pleasure deep inside her that just periodically were going off, surprising her as much as they delighted her.

Now sawing what must have been about a foot in and out of her he seemed to have struck some sort of bottom. He picked up speed, her body arching up and shifting with each intense fuckslam, and it was taking the grasp of his strong arms to keep her from sliding away from him at each insistent push of his prick. He was so deep inside her now I could see the outline of his cock in her belly, the turgid invader stretching her insides obscenely, harvesting gooey sprays of her cunt-juice with every withdrawal. 

Seeming satisfied that she was now in full enjoyment, he seized one of her wide-spread legs under the thigh and turned her, rolling her onto her left shoulder so that he could now fuck her sideways. She clawed at the sheets now and took a huge bite of the pillow, the intense flow of her orgasm-nectar only increasing with the new position. I wasn't sure, but he might have gained another inch of depth in this new position, his strong hand reaching down to casually and expertly manipulate her clit. She was so helpless now, at this point seeming to be paralyzed and pummeled with invisible blows of pleasure.

He was deep enough now that he could lean over her, and she curled up to meet him, kissing him in a sloppy unfocused manner, slurping on his lips and tongue and strong jaw. He kept pounding away as she erupted more of her girl-goo onto his undercarriage. He just smiled in response, leaning down to say softly, "That's good... just let go...give in... keep cumming. Cum your little heart out...it's all right." The look on her face told me she was in another realm. I was surprised he was not interrogating her at this point. She would be putty in his hands if he willed it.




The Operative: File 05



He turned her again, corkscrewing her on his giant cock, now pulling her into something like doggie-style, squatting a bit high and pulling her ass up so he could pound her at a downward angle. She sobbed in pleasure as her cunt swallowed another inch and rewarded his balls with a splooshy blast of cream, her juice dripping from his swinging nuts. 

Those were huge and hung low, but he still had too much cock outside of her to be close enough to clitslap her with them as he pounded away. Now he was riding her, gripping and squeezing her pert ass as he drove his endless cock into her already overstuffed cunt, the mighty organ threatening to buckle from the force if not for his sheer steel-hardness to keep it straight.

This was the position The Specialist chose to hold for an hour, just riding Natalia, pounding her pussy relentlessly as she came and came and came, the bed becoming a soaked mess, her voice growing hoarse from ecstasy, her form crumpling just a little lower every few minutes as he simply savaged her with his behemoth of a dick. I could only bite my lip and watch. I didn't even realize I was playing with my clit, or occasionally tugging one of my erect nipples, or that...

....what was that noise?

I was distracted from the question as he finally withdrew his organ and allowed Natalia to collapse unceremoniously on the bed. He roared, jacking the gigantic prick off in both hands, marvelous muscles rippling and flexing as a load that could fill a pint glass blasted out of his weighty balls, spattering Natalia's legs and hips and stomach and breasts and neck and face and hair, then shooting over her by a bit, voluminous blasts of white overshooting the bed by many feet.

What was that noise?

The Specialist leaned down into her face now, my view occasionally disrupted by a flutter of her eyelashes; she was fighting to stay conscious after such a masterful and draining fuck, clearly exhausted.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked.

"Of Course I—" She began to answer, but he put his hand over her mouth, chiding her like a child. "Ah-ah... I'm not talking to you"

The sound was alarm klaxons inside Control's HQ.

"I'm talking to HER." He explained, taking two fingers and putting them towards Natalia's eyes.

"You answered one question for me earlier untruthfully." He said, carefully pulling the contacts from her face on those fingers, now just speaking into them as he turned away from her. "Your eyes are NOT brown. They're hazel."

This was true. I squirmed in my chair, shaking my head, groggy from pleasure after the show I'd just enjoyed. The alarms. They were important, right? But I had been so distracted with his show of sexual prowess I just couldn't focus on them.

That was his plan all along!

The door to my isolation room burst in and a squad of four men outfitted for a firefight charged in, all aiming their weapons at me. The Specialist had underestimated me. He continued to stare at me through the cameras. Four men with guns should be easy to handle. I turned to face them and peeled down my top, exposing my enormous tits, nipples pre-erect for their viewing pleasure.

"See anything you like, boys?" I asked.

To my shock they did not waver, one closing the distance to me and yanking my top back up, then moving to bind me in thick restraint cables.

"But how can you..." I began to ask.

"The Specialist paid a dozen high class escorts to fuck the absolute hell out of us before we came here." The mercenary binding me up explained. "All our balls are way too drained to do anything with you."

"HEY!" said the man closest to the door.

"Oh right. Except Gary. He's just gay." He said, rolling his eyes as he finished binding me and pulled me by one of the cables to my feet. "Don't worry though. The Specialist wants to meet you, and if the moans of joy I hear from every bitch he gets a piece of are any indicator, you are one lucky girl."

Now The Specialist spoke the last thing I'd hear as they pulled me from the safety of my monitors.

"I hope you enjoyed the show, Operative. You're going to be next, but don't think I'll be so tender and gentle with you."

I hoped he wouldn't be.